Specks of white beckon greens and blues

     Bright are the distant white flickers. Here I am
seated upon my staircase. Soon the awakening will
be placed upon me. Yet I still will come back out to
breathe.

     Sweetness of moisture in dry wind. Do you not
agree dear friend? So much is felt out here yet to
describe it would be injustice. You must feel it.

     The roughness of concrete and iron warms beneath
light blue denim. Over top is yellow and turquoise
cottons. Cooling but still comfortable. Copper strands
pulled tightly in a freeform bun. Whisps of copper
seek diversity. La. How small pieces curl up on their
own.

     Flexing my bare toes. Paleness is peeking out with
blue and lilac nails. Haha. Time to change the colors
perhaps.

     Silently I walk back in long enough to wake lady.
Then back into the droning evening air. Insects talk.
Yet to change that is wrong. Brings the peaceful
evening to a climax. Hoping the finale is just as
exciting as this moment.

     Hmm. Seated here glancing up into sky. Light
plays among the navy. Holding still long enough for
a moment of smiles to push over me. Haha. I chuckle
silently.

     As a neighbor departs I am now more than
ever able to see the sky clearer. Do you see it dear
friend? Do you see the sprinkles of white specks
in the sky?

    Ah I dared myself to be bold and still I wait.
Perhaps another day since mine starts early.  A
possible hope presses down. Are you willing to be
a part of a gesture of kindness? Even early in the
morn?

    Such curiosity I hold. Perhaps the boldness I dared
myself for. Would you care to laugh with me of the
irony of it? Chuckle hearty where I am quiet? Be
vocal for me where I am silent. Ah yes for that perhaps
you will do for me.

    Accept my gratitude for one day I will give back.
You will have gratitude for me. Unless you do now
and have not said so. Ah how to find out is to run
circles and circles. Perhaps just the dropped sensible
ones.

   Perhaps. All is possible. Opportunity is there,
waiting. Grab and cling to it. A hope and a dream, yes?

    Dear friend. Ah what more can I say but sigh.

    Thoughts are on you. Be gentle and adventure
into the night just this once. I am seated looking up.